Kiss of Wrath by Sandra Hill

Author:Sandra Hill
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2014-04-08T22:00:00+00:00

Eleven

Viva Las Vegas, demon vampire style . . .

Jasper love, love, loved Las Vegas.

There was just so much sin here. Like a chocoholic swimming in a pool of melted Hershey’s Kisses, the king of all demon vampires felt himself getting not a sugar high, but a sin high.

“Kudos to the person who invented the catchphrase, ‘Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’ If there is anything that encourages a man, or woman, to err off the straight and narrow, it is that,” Jasper mused aloud as he strolled through one of the glitzy casinos on the Strip, ever alert to evil scents that pervaded the atmosphere. Potential victims, soon-to-be-Lucipires-in-training. It was like the proverbial shooting fish in a barrel.

Beltane, who walked beside him, gawking here and there at all the sights—gorgeous women in scanty attire, high-stakes gamblers, slot machines ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-chinging, shouts of elation over big wins at the craps table, and groans of dismay by losers, blinking neon lights everywhere, and pounding music through the sound system—nodded his agreement. “A permission slip to sin, that slogan is.”

“Well said!” he told his young hordling assistant, who had been taken from New Orleans in the 1700s. “By the by, you are looking very handsome today.”

He and Beltane, as well as all the other Lucipires whom Jasper could see acting in various capacities as they infiltrated the casino—waiters and waitresses, dealers, players, valets, maintenance workers, showgirls, high-class prostitutes, both male and female, etc.—were in humanoid form, of course, when out in public. Beltane was wearing a gray Hugo Boss tailored suit with a crisp white shirt and red tie. A five-carat diamond acted as a tie tack. Beltane’s black hair was short and styled, thanks to about a gallon of goop—half of which was splattered about the marble sink of the luxurious penthouse suite they shared—into the latest style of deliberate disarray.

“Not nearly as good as you, master,” Beltane said with genuine adoration. You had to love a demon who showed such affection.

Jasper smiled and patted the boy, who was much like a son to him, on the shoulder, being careful not to touch the goop. In fact, Jasper was dressed in similar fashion to Beltane, also in Hugo Boss, but his suit was black with a black silk shirt and black tie, and a rare Asian pearl tie tack. All that blackness—hell and damnation, but he did favor the color black—provided a sharp contrast to his long, platinum-blond hair, which was pulled back off his face and tied into a queue on his neck with a diamond-studded black ribbon.

The good thing about being a Lucipire—well, one of the good things—was that when they took humanoid form, they could look like their old selves, or better, or even completely different. Jasper had once turned humanoid in the outward appearance of George Clooney. Whoo-boy, did he attract women that night! And added at least five new baby Lucipires to his killing jars, where he cured his victims until they reached stasis and agreed to become one of his legions.

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